phoenix from flame

She could see his features shift as she told him about the fire, it seemed he at least had an inkling about everything that had happened. He asked if anyone had been injured and Poem nodded her head slowly. She hadn’t known the woman that died, she had seen her once but never spoke to her. There had been many injuries as well. ”One wolf died, an elder named Storm. I didn’t really know her. My Aunt got hurt pretty bad, she got hit by a branch and got a bad cut on her brow.” She told him, still avoiding her own predicament with Noir.

She shifted her gaze back to her paws as she spoke quietly. As Poem continued her voice was barely a whisper. ”I.. I almost died.” She mentioned, knowing it didn’t look like she had sustained any injuries. Her fur was still singed in a few places however, and she hadn’t gotten the smell of smoke from her nose until she settled here in this field.